Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Chapter 31

Update: I'M ALIVE DON'T WORRY- sorry it took so long. I'll be doing way more updates now that school's out for me.

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"Do you have any ideas on what songs to add?" Jirou asked him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Uh, what are the options?" Kaminari replied, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. 

She handed him her phone, complete with an open list of free Christmas music. The blonde reached for it gently, feeling his fingertips brush against her hand. It sent tingles through his body and he hesitated for a moment, eyes widening. Her hand is so warm...he thought to himself, face flushing as he hurriedly took the phone. 

Kaminari quickly distracted himself by scrolling through the list, scanning the titles of songs and briefly taking a moment to remember each one. He clicked a few that he liked, trying to ignore the fact Jirou was almost leaning over his shoulder. He could hear the sound of her steady breathing, gentle against his ear. 

"You okay?" Jirou asked him, noticing the delay in his movements, "You're acting a bit...off."

"Huh?" He mumbled, snapping himself out of the nervous state of mind he was in. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay," He muttered, his eyes trailed down to the phone screen. "How about these songs?"

She eyed the songs he had picked out, raising an eyebrow before shrugging. "Not bad," She said with a smile, elbowing his arm playfully. 

"Thanks," Kaminari said, glancing away so she didn't see the blush forming on his face.

Luckily, another voice in the room called out, saving him from possible suspicion. "Alright everyone, listen up!" Kirishima yelled cheerfully.

Everyone looked his way, watching as the redhead raised an arm to beckon at the music as if signaling someone to turn it off. Jirou hit the pause button. 

"So, I thought we would do something fun for Christmas this year," Kirishima began, smiling brightly. "Something like a party or an event. Any of you got ideas?"

"Why a party," Bakugou muttered in disdain. "It's just some stupid holiday. We already decorated this shitty studio, is-"

The redhead clasped a hand over his mouth to muffle his words, flashing a sheepish smile at everyone else. "So uh, any of you got some ideas?"

"How about a Christmas party where we invite close friends of ours? I'm sure it would be a fun time, and everyone could get to know each other," Yaoyorozu suggested.

Kirishima nodded in enthusiasm. "That sounds like a great idea!"

"How would gifts work though?" Kaminari pointed out, "We don't know each other personally and getting a separate gift for everyone would be a pain in the ass."

"Just bringing gifts for specific people would be fine, I suppose," Jirou replied, "After all, it would be more of a friendly gathering."

Bakugou yanked Kirishima's hand off of his mouth, scowling. "How many people are there going to be?" He grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat down on the floor.

Yaoyorozu raised an eyebrow at his question. "If it's just close friends...hmm," She murmured, taking a moment to consider it, "Probably not too many?"

"Sounds good to me," Kirishima said cheerfully. "I really don't mind a couple more people celebrating Christmas with us. The more the merrier, right?"

"Yeah!" Kaminari agreed, grinning.

Jirou gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "You make a good point."

Four pairs of eyes glanced at Bakugou. He had an angry scowl on his face, although to be fair, it was a rare occurrence when he didn't. "Hmph," He muttered, "Fine. We can have some dumb party."

"YAY!"

It was settled then- there would be a Christmas party. The band members decided that it would be on Christmas day. That way, they could open presents just for the band members that morning and have some time to prepare before the party started in the afternoon.

It was getting late, so everyone decided to halt on the decorating for today and get some rest. Yaoyorozu was the last to leave the studio, since she had one more thing to finish. Gently, she reached into a box and took out a strand of mistletoe.

Stepping onto the ladder that was left standing in one corner of the room, Yaoyorozu hung the mistletoe from the ceiling, smiling when she'd stepped back down in satisfaction. She then grabbed her belongings and quietly exited the studio, locking the door behind her.